I try and fight to stay away, giving you your peace amd happiness without me.
But memories of us hit me like a comet to earth, barely seen, beautiful, yet so abruptly it shakes the ground on impact...
I'll never be able to Say enough, to win you back or to tell myself to let go.
I may sit in my ivory tower, but im no king, but a jester left alone due to the plague of my past.
                                    **Sad
                               Troubled
                               Old man
                      Left dancing alone,
                    fighing himself About
           Words left that were unspoken.